" And—" Ron said questionably."Her father is the same Mr. Jacobs that dad replaced as head of Accounting. Dad had originally thought Mr. Jacobs had ...ompletely quit the company, but he was actually given a promotion in the company to Head Advisor and Consultant of a very old friend of his Mr. Carson." Mr. Carson," Ron said, "as in Dad's boss Mr. Carson?" Dad's boss and Marilyn's, best friend since childhood Louise's, dad." Oh, oh," Ron said throwing another look at his two eager new slaves as. Stifling my groans of pleasure, i had to push sarah off of my cock, there was no way i was going to cum just yet. As who ever it was that entered then left, we were left alone once more. Pulling sarah to her feet, i started to undo her blouse just enough to be able to slip it either side of her pert little breasts, not bothering to undo her bra i lifted the cups up over her breasts and began to lick and suck her puffy little pink nipples. Wrapping her hand around my cock, sarah begun to rub its. Post traumatic stress I’d say, but she’d know more about that if she’s willing to admit it. Just look after her for a couple of days, plenty of water, maybe some of that electrolyte enriched stuff. As for the rest, time and an understanding ear would be the best bet.’ He explained and left shaking his head at the girl on the bed. Lucas couldn’t help but feel partially responsible for her state. Pushing at her so soon after and saying those horrible things. He so wanted to make up for it. Lucas. He grinned – it was January. She wasn't just drunk, she was completely sloshed. But still amazingly stable and logical.“Let’s get you home,” he said, coming around the bar to help her from the stool. This was not something he ever did. He owned the bars; how the patrons got home was their problem, not his. But he couldn’t just leave this girl to her own devices, not unless he wanted the next time he heard about her to be her name in an obituary. She’d probably fall asleep in the cold right.